10 September, 1999

School wasn't too bad.  Actually, school is really fun this year. Anyways, after school I went to cross country practice (I joined the team on Thursday).  That was also cool.  I'm ranked like 8th on the team now.  Practice was insanity-we did this distance-runners decathalon.  It was 800 M sprints, 1 minute of pushups, 600M sprints, 1 min sit-ups, 400M sprints, 1 min jumping jacks, 300M sprints, 1 min mountain climbers, 200M sprints, 1 min squats.  Needless to say, after having weightlifing 2nd period, I'm quite sore today.  As in, can't walk down stairs without a handrail.  So that was actually pretty cool.  Then I went to ZUKA JUICE to get an Orange Octane with 3 servings of protein but that didn't do jack.  After Zuka, I went home, changed my clothes, and picked up Brandon to go to the football game.  We were incredibly late and Maher (the band director) got all mad at us.  That started the angry chain of events.  Then Maher got all pissy whenever we'd try and play something cool and fast.  The crowd seemed to be enjoying, but NOOOO!!! Maher's got to have his panties in a knot!  I left at halftime and hung out with friends the rest of the night.  I decided that I don't want to be in jazz band anymore because Maher sucks.
Anyways, after the football game, there's some car-stomp in the drivers ed range.  I go over there trying to round up my friends because, despite the fact that it's 10:00 pm, I haven't had ANYTHING to eat the entire day and I wanted my belgian waffles from Village Inn.  But nobody would go except Brandon, Michael, Kashif, and (SUPRISE!!!!) Brian Hoyt.  So we took Ana Mahoney (who I love more than any other sophmore) and Jessie Bergren who I went to elementary school with for six years but had never talked to before to Jessie's house.  The entire way to Jessie's house left me freaking out about the stupid car stomp thing and conformism and corporate greed and California.  I think Ana looks at me as a freak now. But I don't care; she knows now that I hate liars and posers and that crap so it's cool.  Then we went to V.I.  and saw Luke and Todd there.  Fun fun. I actually miss Luke a lot.  He was/is a really funny guy.  But after village inn and a very scary waitress, we went to Kappy's house.  That was cool; we played Bond for a minute.  But after that, as I'm getting in the car, Brian's all "Is it okay if I crash at your place tonight?"  I said, "Well, it's pretty late."  That got me: "Well, I know.  It's too late for me to go home now."  So I said, "Well, me and Brandon have to get up pretty early tomorrow to mow lawns."  "Oh, that's alright.  I have to be home by 8:30 anyways."  Stupid Brian.  Way to take a hint. So me and Brandon flew home, locked all the doors, turned off all the lights, and put the dogs in back so that Brian wouldn't go around.  So what does he do?  At 1:00 am, he RINGS MY DOORBELL.  What a dumb*ss!! So me and Brandon feigned sleep and my mom lets him in.
Oh well.